Cedric nodded after a few seconds, then took a few steps back to the statue of the High Elf. Raising his left hand, he placed it on her cheek, then focused his intention.
Not long after, the ring on his finger began to shine faintly. In the next instant, Cedric felt mana begin to leave his core in waves. Like a conduit, the mana flowed out from him, through the ring, and into the statue of the creature.
This continued until a small frown of discomfort creased Cedric's brow, indicating that his mana core was almost empty. Yet, it didn't stop, and more mana kept pouring out. Eventually, Cedric began to feel lightheaded, and a wave of nausea hit his gut. His skin had turned even paler, and it took a lot of effort just to stand.
'How long is this going to take?' He swayed slightly and his vision blurred.
Then, just when it felt like he was about to empty out entirely, the draining finally stopped, and Cedric took a few heavy steps back, breathing heavily.
